I hate being a Perfectionist.

Well those of you who know me, know that everything I do has to be flawless, and there's nothing but the best for me, my cars, and anything else I decide to get..
Well let me share a little bit about my weekend.
I polished, cleaned, shaved, uncoated and/or painted, and waxed virtually everything beneith my Stealth..
Now.. you might wonder why I am doing that.. but I will explain to those of you who don't know in a moment..
I had everything dropped out from the car.. gas lines, suspension, drivetrain, brake cables.. basically everything that I could remove. I then did all my stupid shit with the wire brushing, sandblasting, grinding, etc..
After spending soo much time.. I finally got done.. I started putting back everything quickly and torquing it down. Damn I was done with my winter prep..
I moved my light around.. and one part wasn't quite dry when I had put the brake lines back up..
FUCK
I now had to clean the brake lines up.. and the fuel lines, because those were all shitty too.. and when taking those back out.. I scraped up the area where the old fuel tank was, and where the rear diff sat..
Damn Me.. I had to do this ALL over again just to redo the back of the car.. Just because I rushed putting shit back on when I should have let my paint and undercoating dry overnight, but did I? NOO because I had other stuff to do in the morning..
All back off it came, and I just stripped it all down again, repolished it, then refinished it..
Now the car still sits, because I didn't have time to put everything back on.. and it rained a little last night, and is raining today..
Now I get to another point.. and your probably wondering why I am so worried about rain.
Well at my current residence I have no garage.. That's why I was doing all this to begin with.. to allow it to sit outside till I can get a full trailer rigged up..
I can't work on it anymore for a while, because It's 30-40 degree's out, and will probably continue to be so, I will freeze my ass off.. and everything that is required to be done has to be in a heated area..
So basically I am skrewed until I can get enough more money to throw onto the perfect trailer.. and if you know me.. I won't settle for just something to stick the car in...
No.. I have to buy the huge flatbed equipment trailer, so I can keep everything in there.. and I mean EVERYTHING..
Ok.. now it's "so what".. right?
Well, I am also selling my suv, and I am getting something for the winter.. but can I settle on a car? No, I have no place to keep it..and I need money for everything else..
A truck? Nope, I have no place to keep it, and I have to put money into my Stealth, and the trailer..

I decided on a Bike for the winter.. a motorcycle basically.. (I know what your thinking ) But being whatever I have has to be perfect, in everyway... Meaning basically perfectly clean, and every single thing else you can think of...
I can keep the Bike inside the house, and keep it clean, washed and waxed.. (It can live in my bathroom )
I went out and looked at just about every bike that is made, then I test rode the ones with the most power, torque, as well as the ones I was told I "just have to ride"... so I did...
I went through bike after bike.. catching flaws with everyone..
I finally decided on one.. I basically found one I had to have (955i)... but the only thing was the color.. Caspian Blue..
Didn't do that much for me. Then I come to find out that there's a Aston Green being made.. but only in a limited number
I went to my dealer.. to talk to him about it..
Only to come to find out he isn't planning on getting one in...
And if he was, he gave me an estimate.. (it was outrageous )
Now I have to contact the Regional Distributor, and reserve myself one in green..
If I get a Bike in Green, I wont be able to get a helmet in green, or anything... because NO ONE MAKES FUCKING GREEN
But. it's my favorite color.. so I am trying to get everything custom made... why? because Im a fucking perfectionist.
Now I have to deal with this shit.. (No I can't get another color bike and paint it green, I dont like that shit )
I need to get my trailer done as soon as possible, because no matter how good something is.. I need it better. So far the biggest curse I've ever known, has been nothing is ever good enough.
(there's a lot more.. but my hand is getting tired.. maybe later)

Let me go to my collection..... hmmm....



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George, you made me take it out...
it just reminded me of you.


You know you're Asian if……


Your mother has a short-haired, curly perm.
Your dad is some sort of engineer.
Your parents still try to get you in at half price, saying you're 12 when you're really 15.
You ask your parents a math problem and 2 hours later, they're still lecturing.
You have a 40 lb. bag of rice in your pantry.
At some time in your life you have felt short.
Everyone thinks you're "Chinese" no matter where in Asia your ancestors were from.
You've had a bowl haircut at one point in your life.
Your parents are always comparing you to their friend's kids,
You've had to sit through karaoke videos in which scantily clad, ugly Asian women attempt to dance and walk around a temple, forest, or library.
Your parents say, "Don't forget your heritage."
You drive mostly Japanese cars.
You've learned to keep bargaining even if the prices are rock bottom.
You've had to eat parts of animals they wouldn't even put in hot-dogs.
At least once, you've started a joke with, "Confucius said........"
You know what bok choy is.
You've ever gotten little red envelopes around February.
Piles of shoes tend to make it hard to open front, back, and closet doors.
You hear your name plus eee (optional) plus a yah! every time somebody calls you. (ie. jean-eee-yah or Mary-yah)
You have NO eyelashes.
Idiot people try to impress you with pathetic imitation Asian languages like the ever so popular "*********** woo bok chi, etc.
The biology lecture on marine life (seaweed, sea cucumbers, octopi) was last night's dinner.
Your ancestors 1,000 generations back invented the back scratcher.
At least one family member wears black wire/plastic frame glasses.
Your parents hover over your tired, caffeine drugged body at midnight to say, "In China (or other native country), we studied even more."
Your parents expect you'll be best friends with anyone off the street in any given area as long as they're Asian.
An Asian woman comes on campus and people ask, "Is that your mom? Well, then, is that your sister?"
Your relatives' houses smell like incense, mothballs, or both.
Your parents say "Calculus!? I took calculus in 8th grade!"
Everyone thinks you're good at math, except your parents who think you're slow.
Your parent's vocabulary is filled with "Ai-yahs and Wahs"
You like $1.75 movies.
You like $1.50 movies even more.
Your aunts and uncles bring you back adorable clothing from Asia with fuzzy bunnies, vinyl ducks, and English words that make no sense, in great colors like yellow, pink, magenta, orange, and the ever popular lime green.
Your relatives ask you if you've gained weight, or lost weight.
You never order chop suey, sweet and sour pork, or any other imitation oriental food.
You either REALLY want to go to UC or REALLY want to stay away from it.
Your parents have never kissed you.
Your parents have never kissed each other.
You learn about the birds and the bees from someone other than your parents.
You hear: "You want a stereo!? When I was your age, I didn't even have shoes!!"
People see a bunch of scribbles on chopsticks and ask you to translate.
You have to call just about all your parent's friends "Auntie and Uncle."
You have 12+ aunts and uncles.
At expensive restaurants, you order a delicious glass of water for your beverage and NEVER order dessert.
Your parents simply cut the green/black part off the bread and say "See? Still good. Eat."
The vast majority of people related to you wear glasses. Thick glasses .
You will most likely be taller than your parents.
Your parents have made you play the piano, the violin, or both.
You get nothing if you do well in school, but crapped on if you don't.
When going to other people's houses, you always bring a gift.
Your dad still pulls his socks up to his knees, you know, the ones with the blue and pink strips at the top.
Your family owns a tennis racquet, golf clubs, or both.
When at a restaurant, your parents and guests fight over the check for an hour.
The furniture in your house never matches the wallpaper, the carpet, the decorations, or any of the rest of the furniture.
You have rocks, leaves, and strange smelling unknown substances in your pantry used as medicine.
Your family always cheers for the Asian athletes on TV.
You own a rice cooker or two.
You buy soy sauce by the gallon.
Your family owns butcher knives bigger than your head.
Your parents tell you about how long it took for them to get to school, how horrible the weather was in their native country, and how much they still appreciated going.
Your parents buy you clothes and shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for "years to come."
Your head burns in the summertime.